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After All
04:12
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Matthew wrote a letter to Michael
The time had come for their love to end
The city lights grow dimmer now
Matthew cries for his blue-eyed friend
The higher the flight, the further the fall
Matthew, I’m hurting after all
Matthew moved back to Ohio
Michael stayed in L.A.
Time goes by and so it goes
Funny how love gets in the way
Things that you say, prolific and small
Matthew, I’m hurting after all
I don’t want to cry, I just want to smile
I want to be free and laugh for awhile
I ask you to dance, you turn and walk away
Hold my breath, close my eyes, pray
Michael sends a letter to Matthew
The doctors tell him there’s not much choice
Matthew flies in from Ohio
Michael smiles when he hears that voice
I’m with you tonight, so let down your wall
Michael, stop hurting, stop hurting after all.
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Nocturnal
06:57
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Over, underneath, on top I stand
Every turn I make, superimposed lampshade
Nocturnal birds in the caterwaul
Speak for yourself, I don’t care anymore
Young is the yesteryear, feigning underneath the façade
Complete and tantric are the solid flames
You got me spinning, you got me spinning in circles
The mountains are blue with plasticized tirades
Clogged up, verbose piles of prescription complications
Geriatric, everywhere in-utero qualifications
Stopping, calling out for distant yet justified motions
Somewhere in between, inside I stand
Never answer calls, even on the best of days
Nocturnal nerves are forcing me down
Speak for myself, ‘cause you left long ago
Mirror beside the water box, claiming it’s just a game
Question the morals that make no mistakes
You got me spinning, you got me spinning in squares.
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This Isn't the Indy 500
03:19
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This isn’t the Indy 500
So why are you driving so fast?
This isn’t a motor speedway
For you to contemplate your fate
This isn’t capital punishment
I don’t see you dying now
This isn’t your wife,
this isn’t your son,
it isn’t your daughter,
so who has won?
Tonight’s your night,
Tonight’s the night,
Tonight is right, tonight
This world is alien to you
So turn around, go back home
This knowledge is far above you
So read the book or make your way
Tonight your sight is clear in view,
Tonight’s the night to do
On the other side, on the other side of me
This isn’t the Indy 500
But you still control the gears
The way you go is up to you
A precious lane, a strip of highway.
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Locked Inside
03:01
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The stores are closed
I can’t guarantee the movement
The undertoe reaches the bow
Underneath the pavement
The stars turn off at midnight
Stick figures churn, divisive and slight
Worthless measures taken tonight
To lock down the highways, recover your sight
Locked inside this tiny room
Locked inside so you cannot move
Wrapped up in cellophane, you cannot breathe
Locked up in crevices, goodbye isometric groove
Wondrous days and perilous nights
On the countertop are papers to sign
It didn’t work out for whatever reason
Love isn’t the one thing that ends up turning seasons
Come on and tell me the truth
How can you look me in the eye
and make me believe it?
It sounds like you’re telling your lies again
Leave me out of it, come back when you’re done.
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5. |
Ambient
11:01
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[Instrumental]
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Shepherd
05:15
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Snow is falling on cedars
It’s the illusion of the year
From across the field
I see magic appearing in spades
Like diamonds sharpened
in a mastodon crêpe
A fine masterpiece
Turn the amplifier down and make it so that
It’s hard to hear
A fine mess you’ve made
Pencils pushing, dusters busting, young ones calling
Kill it before you have the chance to jump
Down the mountain, down the inclination.
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7. |
Another Cold February
03:04
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[Instrumental]
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Neon
04:06
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Let’s pick a room
There’s so many to choose from
Somewhere quiet, a city view
Let’s pick a day
When things don’t matter
Let’s pick a room
For me and you
Everything’s there for the taking
The things you wished you could do
in your dreams
Are the things that are coming true
Looking out at the neon signs
Above the hustle bustle
Looking out at our lives
We changed our paths
Let’s have a party
All the friends invited
Inside the loft we left home for
Let’s start anew
It’s a shame that we can’t be free
to be “we.
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Holocaust
03:36
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Word of mouth spreads fast in these parts
Going for broke unsteady in these parts
Uncover a mattress stained with blood in these parts
Girls with twist ties, boys with nothing in these parts
Shove them in the back
We don’t care if they attack in these parts
Your broken smiles drone
Dripping, melting skin and bone in these parts
Over mountains tall and wide
Nowhere safe to run and hide in these parts
When the dust clears
You’ll never have been here in these parts
It smells like burning hair
A man just pushed her down the stairs, it’s not fair
Popping off a round
Dying people on the ground, it’s not fair
Gaseous chambers, in and out
Why the hell is this allowed in these parts?
Summoned help but far too late
A peril stiffened by the state in these parts
Over the mountains far and tall
I’ve got no friends left to call in these parts
You’re looking skinny, son
Like the rest of everyone in these parts.
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This Night...
04:04
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The furnace is hot, so hot
it burns you without touching
Close encounters banned
like a long forgotten thing
Lying here tonight
like we are floating over land
The record spins while we touch
and explore our minds and bodies
You smile at me
Worlds collide here
It feels so insane
You drive me crazy
Lying here, you smile at me, worlds collide here
The Professor lingers on the question
posed here, but what does it mean?
Above the fort we lie
Sounds like one of us might survive
I ask you to stay but then I
understand where you come from
And yet the whistle blows
Who knows where we'll go
When you tell me you like me the same way
(Chorus)
Give it up, give it up, give it up ...
Such a long time, such a long time ...
(Chorus)
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Evan Schafer Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
My name is Evan Schafer. I am an indie musician with a strong grounding in traditional composition, but the material always has a unique flair. I guarantee not being bored out of your gourd when turning on one of the records. I produce, mix, and engineer everything myself, and have done so since late 2005. ... more
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